My mama always told me I couldn’t make friends because I just didn’t understand other people. She said that if I tried harder everyone would want to be my friend.
I’ve never really been a people person, that's what my mama called 'em. People persons. I don't know how a people person is different from a normal person, but I know I want to be one.
I want to make friends, to understand people and be one of them "people persons" my mama talked about.
I still don’t understand people, but I'm trying.
I try talking to them, I try listening, I try to understand what makes them tick. My mama always said it was important to know how a person ticks.
I thought it was funny, cause it made it sound as if a person was a watch. Still, I wanted my mama to be proud of me, so I tried.
I really tried to figure out what made them tick, to find out what they love and hate, but no matter how many people I try to understand it just doesn’t work.
I talk to them, I bring them home to my mama's old house. I even try to take them apart to see what makes them tick, but they all end up broken.
I'm still not a people person, even after trying to talk to and understand so many different people.
I won’t stop trying though. My mama told me to never give up.
My mama also told me that to know someone, to really know them, you have to walk a mile in their shoes.
So... That's why I always keep the shoes.